Feel free to ignore this -- I started writing this scene yesterday after taking a week-long hiatus on ODaaT, and I'm so glad I did. Mitchel is just... sigh. I love him. I love him so much.

For the most part, Jazz was okay. He pulled himself out of bed the next morning. Climbed into his shower. Washed his hair, scrubbed off Casio’s scent from his ( Read more... )

Savin stood off to the side, his feet aching and eyelids drooping, unwilling to stay open. He watched as Jazz strode forward, hands half-balled into fists at his sides, chin raised in a display of confidence that seemed so unlike him, jaw set and eyes focused on the crowd in front.

The same crowd waiting for their newest Emperor to be crowned.

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